Ant - Mind Projection lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Mac Zac] Yeah, the name's Big Mac Zac I never really thought that I'd featured on this track I always thought that rapping would be like getting hooked on crack And thats when good ole' Mangus came and gave me a smack (smack) Oh, you thought I was done? I did too, but now my mind's on a run So I'm spitting this sh**, like its the last you'll ever hear of me Probably the most famous I'll ever f**ing be It's going to be the most attention that I've ever f**ing had It might sound like a lie, but nah it's really f**ing sad (cries) Now I got a crush on this girl, but I don't like she likes me back Probably thinks I'm a loser, can't you cut me some slack? I'm new to this sh**, both the drinking and the talking If I gave you my shoes, my life would be a b**h to walk in Speaking of b**hes, lets get back to this girl My bro Angel had a rager and I think she saw me hurl Am I done for good? Does this mean I'm out? I'm all out of tears, like I'm in a f**ing drought But f** that sh**, lets get back to the good times Staying up all night, just to get them good rhymes Damn, I'm a lyrical pedophile You know, cause I just molested the sh** out of this beat Now put that sh** back on repeat BMZ, out [Verse 2: Mangus] They say Hip-hop is dead, Imma resurrect it They say I'm fat, my self esteem effected 818s walk by, you know I get erected f** Obama man he should of never got elected I perfected, rejection, at a young age Thots read the cover, not the pages I is, a f**ing maniac, more like a brainiac, f**ing egomaniac Thoughts hectic but never respected Third eye opened, my minds infected Bro don't stress it, pineal dissected Yeah I said dissected I'm directed looking for direction Hits bigger than Brit Recht's tits Hands in the air, I'm throwing fits Greedy white America, grease in their mitts I'm amidst, people that say they don't give a sh** But oops when the sh** hits the fan And oop sh** dawg, you don't got a plan You get arrested, and no one objected You sit your a** in a jail cell and hopelessly reflect it You call your mom's cell and start to confess it Like damn, I didn't mean to get a DUI But f** it, like my friends, they really needed a ride But hey, tell dad at least I got some head No mom, I didn't drag her drunk a** to bed I just gave her two xans and dragged her by the hand But I was too gone, so my thought train got jammed, damn This has been your boy, M-A-N-G-U-S Mangus, B-M-Z Big Mac Zac Yeah, we outchea, Mind Projection